Stories tagged “Singayn”
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The Forest Near Singayn
The nights here are cold. Fire never worked; too busy with their own dramas. The one he started a few hours ago decided to keep its warmth to itself, the little anarchic mole. Instead, it taunted him with cold tongues and what he’s sure it thoug...
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Singayn's Lover
That the city fell from the clouds was obvious. That fire caused it, even more so. Only a few structures remained unburnt in the majestic City of Dreams, and even they were twisted into shapes that defied Euclidean geometry. “Papers were burned,&...
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Waves, Whispers
The road to Singayn is paved with intentions, that to Flayvn with greed and despair. The road to Garj is guarded by valiant foes, and Graendm’s road by shadows’ stares… His shadow hummed the tune quietly as they walked past the waving trees. The...
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Ambitious Trees
Trees planted roots, nourishing the Earth and the Sky. Beasts prowl the shadows, the giving and taking of Life. Man explores the Roads, the Cities, and the Dreams. His is the road to Singayn… The song they knew well; nary a traveler passed through...
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Merchant's Place
Around him merchants and peddlers ran, advertising their varied goods, from fished fillets to pirated Papers to kisses from the Moon. He saw shadows reaching out to grab things that have fallen from Men’s haste. He saw rogue fires transacting behind ...
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The Legend of the Waving Trees
Once upon a time, there lived a cruel king in the city of Singayn (you know he’s cruel for he lacked a shadow). For years, he has ruled over his people with iron fists and words of Law, and everyone was afraid of him. One night as he dozed, there...
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A Kiss from the Moon
Steps echoed in the narrow cobblestoned streets, bouncing off the dozing walls and into the cool night overcast. Each step he threw away, rushing quickly to the sole place he knew solace could be found. Each forsaken step the moon collected, following ...
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The Moon's Lover
It started – as it always did – with the moon shining on the calm waters. She loved the sea deeply, but he was too still, too silent. To his slow currents, her whispers of love go unnoticed, her gentle hugs never appreciated. Truly, the moo...
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The Burning Horizon
The town was on fire! As quickly as his feet could take him, Herik dashed in through the gates into the raging inferno. He passed the screaming townspeople,the occupying Sudh soldiers , even his own father, and traced the quickest route to Old Pethre&#...
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Crossroads of Fate
The distant light of the fire Wall illuminated their faces, reflecting harshly from the metal amulets they wore on their necks. They surrounded his camp, speaking quickly in tongues he could not understand. Aborigines. “What do you want?” H...
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Passage
The aborigines led him back towards the Fire Wall. Herik was tense, unsure of what was happening. He played with the amulet, which glowed in his hands. He could feel its warmth spreading from his fingers throughout his body, almost like a Spirit proddi...
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Journey
The sun rose above the Wall, casting light and removing shades from the prairies of New North Haven. Shadows weaved back and forth under the grass, seeking more permanent lodgings. The aborigines had left (disappointed) when he refused. All but one hea...
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Chimes and Scriptwork
Breaking away from the city’s marketplace, he finally found a registered office by a strangely deserted street. “Damn the earthly souls!” the doorbell chimed when he entered. He ignored it, and went directly to the busy scribe painting on a table...
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A Way Outside
There they stopped, a few tenpaces away from the blazing wall. Connecting the new ruins of the State’s southern bordertowns, it stood higher than the clouds and stretched farther than the east and west horizon, making it all but impassable for al...
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Conversations
The forests of North Haven have always been famous for their icy temperaments. Herik was shivering under his blanket, not confident enough of his own writing skills to try and draw an Entropy paper for himself. A few paces away the aborigine was busy a...
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Before The Dragons
I was born before the dragons had a place to breed, before the fire and storms and ice plagued the earth. But I do not miss those days. Back then, millions of souls would be reaped in an instant by men who were desperate for power, wealth, or just bare...